Too tired to write

I'm too tired to even write. I slept fitfully on the plane from Atlanta to Paris, then from Paris to Florence. Debra and Ivano were there to pick me up. We dropped off my luggage in the 14th century apartment we're staying in tonight, clinked champagne glasses together, shared some parmesan cheese and mortadella, then they took me on an afternoon tour of Florence and we took a look at the studio I'll be teaching in later. Several glasses of wine and an authentic Italian pasta dinner later, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I'll write tomorrow.